These days, man, I swear.

It's easy to write soul mates.

Just tear two peices of yourself apart, then write them finding each other again.

I will keep going
I will move forward
I will improve
And I will succeed
Despite:
-The world
-The self
-The fear
-The failure
I am strong enough
Good enough
Well enough
To keep on.
I have not quit
Even though I stumble.
I am
I continue to be
I will be
What I set out to be.
#resolution
#y2k26

I farted and it keeps coming back,
The halls smell like ogre's asscrack.
I just had to blow it
And wouldn't you know it?
Now everyone here is lost in the cack.

Years reflecting years
Until twisted and well warped.
A melting funhouse.

#haikufeels #reflect

Sweet, soft, in sing-song,
The harried man finds his peace.
At last, at last, hush.

#Haikufeels #hush

Caught in the fire.
Screaming, suffocating, burnt,
Clamouring from the urn.

#haikuhorrorprompt #urn

Giving it time, no solution?
Go ahead and start a grassroots revolution.

Pull up the stakes and hail the mighty warriors; "we are all failing but presume to be victorious."

Okay.

Well, not quite like that.

Upon further #reflection I'd settle for a peaceful intercession.

#vss365

I like writing horror but it is increasingly hard to write anything convincing these days, what with the climate closing in and the rise of hatred and stupidity.

At this point the eldritch whispering is a lullaby.

The slasher a mercy.

The ghosts? Waiting, not wailing, for us to join them.

Severed limb swinging,
Swinging in the midday sun.
Has no smell about it
As the colder season has begun.

Where did the body go,
If it left this fell piece behind?
And why does it wave to me,
As if it's me it's hoping to find?

#poetry #bitsandpieces

Sun,

Though I turn my face toward you, a flower I am not.
What do you see?
Down here I can work without cease, toiling, to see you.
And yet for you all I am is flutter upon the surface of the Earth, destined to flee the moment you blink. No way to join you in our lonely sky.

#poetry #lonesome

Who the fuck is Dave Ramsey and why won't he shut the fuck up?

Gods I hate the media for pushing his shillbilly nonsense.

#money #news

Dead end after end,
As the road winds further 'round
The lost driver's neck.

#haikuhorrorprompt
#haiku
#senryu

I think a re-examination of why the protests led my MLK jr. and the efforts of Malcolm X as well as certain other activist organisations all worked together during the Civil Rights "Era" is an order. I think there is a confusion behind how civil disobedience works and what peaceful protests do.

Nothing will ever quite capture that moment again.

Nothing will ever quite make the heart flutter the same way.

But that is the beauty of it; how temporary it is. How unique.

Even other eyes won't fill their hearts the same way.

3 am, #blur on the radio and I'm coming down from where I've been for a while now. Just for a while now.

Bloodshot eyes make the world a rosy pink and the nostalgia hits like the backdraft of a car on a speedway. Drifting nowhere.

But closing in.

And I feel pins and needles.

#vss365

"Get in here," Harry grumbled, waving the quivering person inside. It was the neighborly thing to do and Zane was technically the source of at least three wine bottles in Harry and Xander's cabinet.

Harry offered Zane a wine glass in the dark.

Zane preferred to be scared and sober.
#spook

Zane started as Harry's door opened, the thunder crashed, and power went out on the whole street simultaneously. Even Harry squeaked a scream.

Both took a moment to catch their breath before Harry half-hissed an obvious question.

Zane had come over because they were scared of the storm.
#spook

Thumder.

A tipple, only with wine, was just what Harry needed with the storm overhead. The clap of thumder and knock of wood startled the man, however, and caused his wineglass to slosh. A shame.

Brow furrowed, he set his glass down and marched to the door without questioning the oddity of the time.
#spook

The sky split open as thunder peeled through the atmosphere.

But the house remained unchanged, of course, but for the man who sat within. He was clutched to a bottle of wine, his heart pounding for the storm as his mind urged for drink. That would be the ticket, he thought, and set about it.
#spook

If the Rapture were to happen I would never know, for none I walk among are innocent.

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Standing here at the edge of the universe.
What life there is all slowly draining out.
Going cold in the entropy.
But the souls that fuel the fire
Number fewer than before
And there is no replacement
For those lost
And freely given.

We stand alone.

It's okay though, because in the end this is what he grovelled for, what he advocated, and what he wished upon others.

Anyway, pumpkin spice season.

I hope he dies.

Balmy morning dew,
The breeze plays from the cold north.
Even squirrels pause.

#dailyhaikuprompt (refreshing) #senryu

Weathered under stars
Twinkling over turning leaves.
Our last years of autumn.

#dailyhaikuprompt (chill) #haiku

Generations flow
Toward our inevitable.
Mogami river.

#haiku #senryu #nichijou

They claim to be my children.
They wear the faces of the people in the photographs I don't remember hanging on my wall. They plead their love for me, but I have never had a child.
Even my reflection lies; saggy and worn?
No, a trick.
I'll wake up from this, soon.
I hope.
#horrorprompt degradation